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Susan Goldwitz’s poems have been widely published in journals and anthologies, and the manuscript of her book of poems, Dreams of the Hand, won an Academy of American Poets Award. She is especially interested in the creative intersection of visual and written expression and has worked as a fine art curator as well as a teacher of literature.
Inside the Still Life Even as you sit here in waves and pulses in the strict sweep of stars feeling stuck in your body your loosened feathers fly and slice Susan Goldwitz
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